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Warning, this story contains adult material. If you are under 18 or offended by such, don't read any further. This story was written to the specifications provided to me by Snoopbone as part of a story swap. Once in a Blue Moon By Morpheus. Pete Carter watched with a leer as his girlfriend, Lynn Danvers Brought him the beer he'd just asked for. He couldn't help but admiring her nice little body. She was just a hair under 5 foot, had short black hair, that he sometimes wished was a little longer, but he didn't mind it. It made her look hot. Sort of elven because of her thin body. "Here you go honey" Lynn said, handing him the beer, looking a little nervous. Pete took the beer from her, then turned back to the ball game on TV, not thanking her. As she walked off, Pete pinched her ass, and watched her again, smirking. That was one girl that knew her place. She was dressed in the tight little jeans that he liked on her, and that short little shirt that showed her belly and what he liked best, she was bare footed. He got off on having her walk around the house without shoes on. Her tits were fairly decent sized, but even so, Pete sometimes wished she had a little bigger a chest. Like that Amy down at the bar he'd been seeing a bit of lately. Pete sure would have liked to fuck her. "Hey, babe" Pete called out, and watched amused as Lynn came out of the kitchen for him, "I think I want a juicy steak for dinner tonight" Lynn hesitated, then said nervously "But I already started on the ribs you asked for" "Well I changed my mind" Pete snapped at her. How dare that bitch question him. He was damn tempted to go over and show her just who was boss around here, when he noticed that the team he was rooting for on the tube had the ball. Forgetting about Lynn for the moment, he jumped up, cheering on his favorite team, "Whoohoo" He shouted, as his team ran for a touchdown, barely noticing as Lynn went back into the kitchen. Sitting back, Pete was relaxing from the good dinner he'd just eaten. He turned his head just a little, to see that Lynn was still cleaning up the dishes, which left him a little annoyed that she hadn't finished yet. He was in the mood for a little fun. Taking a deep drink from his beer, Pete thought that he could wait a few more minutes. She was almost done anyway. When Lynn finally came back out, she looked a little tired, but Pete didn't really care. He got up and went over to her, looking down at her tiny body. At 6 foot 3, he towered over her, making her look even smaller than she was. Without waiting he grabbed Lynn, and gave her a deep kiss, and grabbing one of her tits. He smiled as he felt the nipple getting hard between the fingers. He smiled even more when he felt the good sized bulge in his pants. Pete unzipped his pants, letting them fall down around his knees. Still holding Lynn with one hand, he used the other to finish pulling down his underwear, freeing his very erect cock. "Here babe, suck on this" Pete said, gesturing to it. Lynn hesitated for moment, then when Pete pushed her head towards it, she dropped to her knees, and started licking it. Slowly her tongue ran over his balls, which made Pete feel even harder if that were possible. He knew that Lynn hated to suck cock, but he didn't really care. He liked having it done to him, so made sure that she did it to him, liking it or not. As her mouth started covering his cock, Pete moaned a little, letting her keep at it. He felt himself getting ready to cum, and grabbed the back of Lynn's head, holding it where it was. He wanted to cum inside her mouth, and did. He saw the look of disgust on her face, but barely noticed it, instead thinking how good it felt. He held her head there for just a moment longer, making sure that she swallowed it. When he finally let her go, Pete pulled his pants back up, and sat back down in his chair, while Lynn hurried to the bathroom to wash her mouth out. A little later, Lynn said, "I was thinking about getting a job as a waitress again" Pete ignored her, staring at the screen. When she said it again, Pete snarled, "I heard you the first time. And no woman of mine's going to have a job" Lynn glared at Pete furiously, and he just laughed at the look, and roughly grabbed her by the arm. "Look here, you have no idea how easy you have it" he snarled at her, "All you have to do is hang around the house all day, keeping things neat and cooking. It's not like you have to go to work and have to worry about being fired or anything" "But we could use the extra money" Lynn snapped, getting her a nasty glare from Pete, who pushed her backwards onto the couch. Trying to get up from the couch, Lynn said, "It's not as easy as you think working around the house either" "Yeah right" Pete laughed. "I mean it" Lynn said, stamping her foot on the floor, making her look like a petulant child, which sent Pete into further spasms of laughter. "If it's so hard to keep a house, what makes you think that you have time to get another job?" Pete turned around and walked off, leaving Lynn furious, and without a good comeback. That night, Lynn was disappointed again, when Pete came inside her, then rolled over and went to sleep before she'd had a chance to orgasm. "That's not fair" she thought for the thousandth time, slowly pulling herself up out of bed. Going into the bathroom, she closed the door took a shower, wanting to clean herself off a bit more. She knew that no matter how much noise she made showering, she'd never wake Pete up, but that didn't keep her from being as quiet as she could. She remembered one time when she'd accidentally woken Pete up. He'd been so furious, he hit her, saying how he'd need his sleep because he had to get up early for work. Lynn snorted, not thinking too much of Pete's work. How difficult could it be to drive a bulldozer and do road construction. She only wished that Pete would let her work. After they'd started dating, he'd made her quit her job as a waitress, which she regretted. Sure, it hadn't been a great job, but it gave her a feeling of independence, and they sure could use the money now. Unfortunately, Pete only wanted her to work around their house, keeping it nice and clean and cooking for him. Sometimes, she felt more like his servant that his girlfriend. Sighing, she took the birth control pills out from where she'd hidden them, making sure to take hers for the day. Pete would kill her if he knew she had them. He kept going on about how much he wanted to have a son, but Lynn didn't like that idea. She was in no way ready to be a mother. Cleaning up after Pete was already almost more than she could handle, so she sure as hell didn't want to have to look after a baby too. After hiding the rest of her pills, Lynn put a robe on, and went out to the porch, rubbing the small bruise on her arm that Pete had given her earlier. She briefly considered leaving him. Sometimes he intimidated her so much, and pushed her around, but then again, sometimes he could be so nice and sweet. Sitting down on the wooden chair, she looked up at the full moon, noticing oddly that it seemed a little of color. Sort of like a harvest moon, but instead of being orange, it was bluish tinged. Lynn chuckled to herself, thinking so this is what "Once in a blue moon" means. Lynn let herself relax, just looking at the unusual sight the moon was providing for her that night. She turned, and watched the constellations, pointing out the Big Dipper to herself, then the trying to make up several of her own since she wasn't too familiar with the rest of them. She smiled lazily, and started getting up, ready to go to bed. Absently she said, "For just once, I wish that Pete couldn't push me around" Pete woke up, and yawned. Still half asleep, he rolled the covers off of him and slipped out of bed. Vaguely, he was aware that something wasn't quite right, though he couldn't place what it was, and was too tired to really care. Slowly, he shambled into the bathroom, and stood before the toilet. Since he always slept naked, Pete just stood before the toilet, arms stretched above his head as he attempted to wake up, and started to pee as he did every morning. He trusted himself to hit the bowl, and if he happened to miss it, too bad. It was Lynn who had to clean it up. As Pete started pissing, he felt a warm liquid streaming down his leg. "What the hell?" he said, waking up a big, grabbing for his dick so that he could aim it. He was horrified when his hand found nothing there, and a second later, when he looked down, he nearly screamed. Being all the way awake by now, all he could do was stare at his crotch, seeing the very feminine mound, and pussy lips instead of his familiar cock. He gasped, then looked down at his legs, seeing that they were discovered with urine, and he was standing in a puddle of it. Shocked, he realized that he felt something on his chest, but was already afraid what it was. Seconds later, when he put his hands to them, he found that he did indeed have breasts. "I've got fucking tits" Pete gasped, surprised to hear his own voice. How odd it sounded to his ears. It was a soft woman's voice, not his own rough male one. Terrified, Pete turned around, just noticing how much bigger everything around him looked. He realized that somehow, that he had shrunk. That somehow, he was a woman. "I must be dreaming" he told himself, though he didn't believe it. "I must be fucking dreaming" Then as if to prove it to himself, he pinched one of his now larger nipples, and felt a sharp pain. Unable to handle it anymore, Pete screamed. When Pete finally stopped screaming, he ran back into the bedroom, only to stop, and stare as a man sat up in his bed. "Who the hell are you?" He shouted, trying to keep control of the situation. He knew that the man looked familiar, especially when the man turned towards him. Pete gasped, recognizing that face. How could he not recognize it. It was the same face that greeted him in the mirror every morning. His own face. With a suddenly sinking feeling, Pete had an idea. "Lynn?" He asked cautiously. "Yeah" she said, yawning, apparently not noticing anything odd yet. She froze, hearing her own voice, and looked down at herself. Then she screamed. Pete jumped back, feeling his breasts bounce as he did so, and hating them. Gritting his teeth, he realized that he must be in Lynn's body. Somehow, they'd switched bodies. As Lynn stopped screaming, and started staring at Pete, Pete stepped forward, demanding, "Give me back my body you bitch!" She must be the one who did this to him, he reasoned. She must have been jealous of him and stolen his body. He looked over the fact that she'd been just as horrified upon discovering the change as him. He ran forward, and pounded his now tiny hands against Lynn's now muscular arms, screaming, "Give me back my body" Pete felt tears running down his cheeks, and tried to hold them back, but he was too angry, and too scared to control himself. As he hit Lynn for the third time, she started looking angry, and pushed him. Pete flew backwards hard, since Lynn didn't know her own strength. He fell to the ground painfully, and sat there, glaring at Lynn. Lynn stood up, looking down at her body in amazement, then over at Pete. She couldn't believe that she'd just pushed Pete away, that easily. She almost felt herself smile, but pulled it back in check, suddenly scared again of what had happened. Feeling embarrassed to be standing there naked in an unfamiliar body, she started getting dressed, while Pete watched. "I didn't do this" Lynn said, "I'm just as confused as you are" Pete nodded. He wasn't sure that he believed her, but he was beginning to calm down a little, and was remembering that she had freaked out too when she woke up. Carefully, he stood up again, rubbing his now much softer ass. As he stood up, he looked down, realizing how much wider his hips were than normal, and hating it. He felt so odd. So off balance. Biting his lip, he started to follow Lynn's lead and get dressed. He tried to put one of his shirts on, but found that it was much too large, and hung from his frame like a tent. He turned around angrily when Lynn laughed at him, saying that he looked ridiculous. Pete was furious. How dare she laugh at him? He felt so out of control of everything, and needed to regain some control, so stood up and said, "I'm still the man of the house, so don't talk to me like that." Lynn snapped back, "Not from where I'm standing at" Then as an after thought, added, "Babe." Pete was furious, and once again, ran over, hitting Lynn as hard as he could. He was going to show her just who was in charge around there. Angrily, Lynn grabbed his arm, and Pete gasped in pain. His arm hurt so much where Lynn was grabbing him. She forced over, and almost threw Pete onto the bed. "It looks like I'm the man around here now" Lynn said angrily, obviously enjoying the look of fear on Pete's face. "I'm the one in charge now, and you will do as I say" She stared at Pete, who felt himself shivering. He felt so small and tiny, with Lynn towering over him. He felt so weak and helpless. "Is that clear?" Lynn said grabbing Pete again by the arm. He gasped. "Is it?" She demanded again. Very afraid, Pete nodded, knowing that there was nothing he could do. He felt like he had when he was a kid again. Feeling like he had when his Daddy used to come home from work, and hit on him and his Mom. He hadn't felt so weak, and helpless since he'd finally gotten big enough to hit his Daddy back. Since he'd gotten tough enough to make sure that no one would hurt him. Now, it was as if all those years were gone. As if he were suddenly that scared and weak little boy again. Without wanting to, Pete started crying harder. Lynn snorted, and walked out of the room, leaving Pete alone on the bed. Lynn couldn't believe what had happened. She couldn't help but stare at the figure in the mirror, seeing the dark brown hair and lean muscled body that she usually saw from quite a different angle. She didn't have any idea what had caused this to happen, or even if it would last, but she sure as hell intended to take advantage of it while she could. At first she'd been completely horrified and confused, but then after seeing Pete scared, she couldn't help but feel more confident. As if his weakness only made her stronger. She liked that feeling. She liked suddenly being so huge. She smiled, and flexed one of her muscles, wondering just how strong she now was. Still hearing the sobbing from the other room, Lynn wondered how the hell Pete could ever have been such a tough guy. As soon as one thing happens to him, he starts bawling like a baby. Lynn snorted feeling disgust at Pete. After she finished examining herself, she went back to the bedroom door, and watched Pete for a minute. She began to smile to herself. Remembering the easy way she'd pushed Pete around, and how easily she'd intimidated him made Lynn feel good for some reason. It made her feel in control. A feeling that she liked. It was much better than the way she usually felt, as if she were small and helpless. She'd hated the way Pete always treated her, and now it was her turn. "Paybacks are a bitch." she said to herself. Pete slowly forced himself to stop crying, hating himself for that weakness. He hadn't cried since he was a little boy, and now he could barely stop himself. With some effort, he managed to stop, realizing that crying wouldn't fix anything. First thing was, he'd need to find out what had caused this to happen, then find a way to change back. Looking up, Pete watched Lynn walk into the room, in his body. "Since you're the woman now" Lynn stated simply, "It's your job to cook me breakfast." "I'm not a woman" Pete argued, "And cooking's your job" Lynn came over and grabbed Pete by his arm again, "You sure as hell look like a woman to me" she said, grabbing hold of one of Pete's new breasts. Squirming, he tried to get away from her rough grip. "And you're going to do what I tell you to, remember" Pete gasped, and Lynn let him loose, and stood over him, hands on her hips, glaring down at him threateningly. Pete couldn't help himself, and felt his body cringing back. "But Lynn...." he protested. "No buts" she said angrily, "And from now on... you're Lynn. And I'm Pete" "Lynn...." Pete started, then fell backwards again as a painful slap hit his cheek. "I told you...." Lynn snarled at him. "All right...." Pete stammered, "Pete" He hated calling her by his name. And he hated it even worse when she smiled in triumph, then told him to get cleaned up, then dressed. Looking down at himself, he realized in embarrassment, that he still had some piss on his legs. It only took him a couple minutes to wash his legs with a wash rag and certainly wasn't ready to take a shower like that. Carefully, Pete looked around to see what he could put on, but Lynn laughed and almost tore the shirt he was wearing already off of him. "You're a woman, and should dress like one" she said, gesturing to her closet. Nodding his reluctant acceptance, at least for the moment, Pete put on one of Lynn's pants, gasping at how tight they were on him. He'd always made her wear those tight jeans so that they'd show off her nice ass, and now he was beginning to regret it. After several moments fumbling with them, he got them on. He was about to put on a long shirt, when Lynn said, "No stupid. You've got to wear a bra" Pete winced at the insult, but tried not to let her see how much she was getting to him. Reluctantly, he pulled a bra out of Lynn's dresser, and looked at it in disgust. He thought that it looked damn uncomfortable, and wasn't sure exactly how to put it on. He'd had a decent idea, having taken them off of Lynn enough times, but putting one on seemed very different from taking one off. "Here, stupid" Lynn snarled at him again, grabbing the bra out of his hands. "You put it on like this" With that, she started putting it around Pete, "And pay attention, because I'm not going to help you again" Pete hated this. He hated being so small, and he hate these stupid tits on his chest. He knew that they weren't really all that large, but he couldn't help but thinking of them as if they were. They felt so big on him. Feeling humiliated, he let Lynn put the bra on him, hating the feel of it as it held his new breasts in. It felt so uncomfortable. When she was done, Lynn stepped back again. Pete reached over, grabbing one of Lynn's shirts to put on, but she yanked it out of his hands, saying "Uh uh" and actually tore it in half. "You always liked the short shirts, so that's what you get to wear." With that, Lynn threw a skimpy green shirt at Pete, who looked at it in disgust for only a second, then put it on. It only covered his chest, and left his belly and midriff all hanging out in the open. He almost felt like he wasn't even wearing a shirt. "Here" Lynn said, pushing him over in front of the mirror. Pete stared at the reflection looking back at him, seeing that it was definitely Lynn. Just the way he loved seeing her. With those tight jeans, the midriff shirt, and no shoes. He winced, wishing that it wasn't his reflection. Lynn stood right behind him, smiling at him as well. Then she pinched his ass, making Pete nearly jump with surprise. He started to glare at her, but thought better of it, not knowing what she'd do. "Now you can go fix breakfast for me, bitch" Lynn said firmly, and left the room. Pete only hesitated for a moment, not knowing the first thing about cooking, but suddenly very afraid of what might happen if he didn't. He was sure that Lynn had lost her mind, and he didn't want to push her. Doing the best he could in the kitchen, Pete managed to cook some eggs and bacon, and provide some toast. Nervously, he gave it to Lynn, who only insulted him and his cooking, though that didn't stop her from eating it. Pete noticed that Lynn seemed to be enjoying being served for once, but that didn't seem to have any effect on how she treated him. She only told him to clean up the kitchen afterwards, which he reluctantly did. Through most of the day, Lynn sat watching TV and telling Pete to clean things up. He felt humiliated to be scrubbing the bathroom floor, and then to be called out to bring Lynn a beer. She seemed to enjoy making him bring her beers and things, when she was perfectly able to do so for herself. Sadly, he realized that he'd done just that thing to her, but he rationalized that it was different in his case, though he couldn't think of a good reason why. After only a couple of hours of putting up with Lynn's demands, Pete was getting angry, though trying not to lose control. At one point when he had a few minutes to himself, he reluctantly looked at himself in the mirror again. He felt a familiar pressure in his bladder, and went over to the toilet again, this time making sure to sit down, not wanting a repeat of what had happened that morning. Lynn had been teasing him about pissing on himself since then. Pete tried not to look too closely, but finally his curiosity won out, and he had to look at his new pussy. He gently touched it with one finger, and found that it was extremely sensitive. Especially the little clit. Unwillingly, he felt himself start to get aroused by the attention, and felt shocked by it. Quickly, he wiped himself off, knowing that women were supposed to for some reason, then putting his jeans back on. "Back into the warzone" he thought. "We're going out for dinner" Lynn announced suddenly, just after Pete had started putting some eggs into a bow to mix up dinner. He looked down, and sighed. First she tells him to cook dinner, now she says they're going out. "I'm staying here" Pete says, putting the bowl down. "There's no way that I'm going to let anyone else see me like this" "Oh yes you are...Lynn" Lynn says, annoyance in her voice. She glares at Pete threateningly, which makes him feel nervous again. He already had several bruises from the way she'd been pushing him around all day, and he was very afraid that he was about to push her more. "Why are you doing this to me?" Pete cries out, tears forming on his eyes again. He felt so tired and humiliated already, and she only wanted to humiliate him more. "Why?" Lynn says, walking over to Pete angrily, "Because you're a woman, and it's a woman's job to cook, clean, and make her man happy" Pete winced, hearing the same words he'd used himself several times thrown back at him. "And you'll do what I damn well tell you.." threatened Lynn, "Or else." She held her hand as if to slap Pete again. Unwillingly, he felt himself backing away, knowing that he would do what she told him to. Completely humiliated, Pete only nodded. "Go get your damn shoes on" Pete went into Lynn's closet, finding her shoes. There were several pairs of high heels, which he knew he wouldn't be able to walk in, even if he had any intention of doing so. The only other shoes were several pairs of platform shoes. The kind that looked sort of like sandals, but with really thick soles. He'd always liked to see them on Lynn when they went out together, just so that he could still see her feet. Reluctantly, he put them on, wishing that Lynn had tennis shoes, while knowing at the same time that even if she did, she wouldn't let him wear them. After he had them on, and stood up, he muttered to himself, "At least they make me look taller" Pete felt completely humiliated walking in public like this, hating the fact that others were seeing him as a woman. It was bad enough that he couldn't balance real well yet in his new shoes, and that Lynn kept calling him clumsy, but being in public was much worse. Lynn had of course insisted on driving, even though it was his car. Her car now, she insisted, and Pete couldn't argue with her, only climb into the passenger seat and sit. Without asking him what he thought, Lynn took him to the restaurant on the other side of town. The one that she liked, but that he'd hated eating at. He'd always refused to go there with her, and now he didn't have a choice. When the waiter came over to take their order, Lynn gave her order, then ordered a salad and light pasta for Pete, without asking him what he wanted. He wished he could curl up and disappear, especially when the waiter gave him a good look at his new tits before he'd gone away. Sitting through the meal, Pete wished that he were back home, and even more so that this had never happened. That this was just a dream and that he'd wake up at any moment. Unfortunately, dinner continued on in spite of his wishes. When Lynn paid the bill at the end, she gave a hefty tip to the waiter, which made Pete wince again. He'd worked hard for all that money, putting in a lot of overtime. And Lynn just goes and gives it away. Feeling dejected, Pete followed behind Lynn as she left the restaurant to head home. At least, he told himself, he wouldn't have to do dishes. Pete stretched a little on the couch, nervously sneaking a peak at Lynn, then looking down at his bare feet. Lynn had made him take the shoes off again as soon as they'd gotten home. Walking around barefoot didn't bother him, except for when he'd accidentally stubbed his toe against the coffee table. Remembering all that had happened so far that day, Pete shivered, wondering if he'd be fired from his job because he didn't show up. He hoped not, but was more worried about getting back to his own body rather than keeping his job. Looking over at Lynn, he had a sudden fear that he might not be able to go back, but pushed it out of his mind. There must be a way back, he told himself. There must be. Shifting uncomfortably, Pete was reminded once again of the tight pants he wore. When he'd tried to change into a looser pair of Lynn's pants earlier, she had hit him again, telling him that he could only wear pants that showed his nice ass and legs off. Shuddering, he tried to ignore the memories of his own childhood that kept coming back. He'd tried for so long to forget them, and now..... Getting up, Pete decided to walk around a little, hoping that would ease his discomfort, though he seriously doubted it. Sighing, he started walking to the bedroom to get a pair of shoes on so that he could walk around outside a little, and maybe get some fresh air. As soon as he was up, Lynn called over to him, "Go get me another beer" Pete glared at her briefly, then went and got her the beer. As he handed it to her, she looked at him, making Pete suddenly blush. He noticed the bulge in the front of Lynn's pants, and had a very bad feeling, especially after the way Lynn looked at his breasts. He backed up, and she looked down at her crotch surprised. Then as if forgetting the role she'd been playing, Lynn got excited and said "Wow. I can't believe this. I've got a boner" Pete tried to not be noticed, but Lynn suddenly looked at him again, a nasty smile on her face. "Come here, bitch" she said. "Don't call me that." Pete protested, not liking the way this was going. "I'll call you whatever I damn well please." Lynn snapped, "You certainly never cared if I liked being called something or not." She paused for a second, then continued, "Now get your ass over here, bitch" Pete took another step back, suddenly afraid. It got even worse when Lynn stood up, glaring at him, "I said get your tight ass over here, you stupid little cunt." Reluctantly, Pete stumbled over to Lynn, feeling all tense and afraid. He felt so humiliated being bullied around by his own girlfriend, and so ashamed of the way he was doing what she told him to. But as ashamed as he was, Pete couldn't make himself stop, knowing that if he did, Lynn would hurt him. "Yes" Pete said, eyes staring at the floor, trying to avoid looking at the obvious bulge in the front of Lynn's pants. Lynn smiled, then unzipped her pants, dropping them, and pulling the underwear down as well so that her new cock could swing free. Pete felt a stab of panic run through him, and started to move, but Lynn grabbed his arm, and his shoulder, and pushed him to his knees violently. "I always wondered what you saw in blow jobs, now I guess I get to find out" When Pete only glared at her with hatred, she said, "Start sucking now. And don't try anything funny" She squeezed his shoulder hard for emphasis. Pete tried to struggle in vain as Lynn grabbed his head, and pushed it to the erect cock. He hesitated with it just before his face, disgusted at himself. But after Lynn grabbed his hair, he nervously started licking it, hating himself for doing so. He was too afraid now to do anything but what he was told. After several minutes licking around it, Lynn said, "Now the whole thing" Feeling his stomach threatening to rise, Pete slid his mouth over the head of Lynn's cock, the drop of cum on the end tasting salty to his tongue. He almost gagged, and it was only barely in his mouth. Lynn pulled his head further down, leaving Pete gagging as it tickled the back of his throat. With tears in his eyes, he fought back the temptation to bite down, knowing that he might be able to get his body back, and that if he did so, Lynn would hurt him badly. Lynn pulled his head back and forth a little bit, and Pete could only do as she made him, wishing at the moment that he could die. Finally, Pete felt Lynn cum in his mouth, as the warm salty semen started filling his throat. He struggled to get loose, to pull away, but Lynn held his head where it was. She didn't pull out, leaving him gagging as the warm fluid blocked his throat. "Now swallow" she said, still keeping her now deflating cock in his mouth. Pete refused to let himself do that, but he couldn't breathe, and reluctantly had to swallow so that he could breathe. Lynn laughed, and let him go. "That felt great. Now I know why you liked those." Pete felt the warm cum spread on his face, dripping, tasting the horrid stuff still in his mouth. He felt his stomach rebelling, and ran to the bathroom, where he promptly emitted his stomach into the toilet. After washing his mouth out a half dozen times, trying to get rid of the taste, and the memory of what he'd done, Pete went into the bedroom and collapsed on the bed, not even trying to stop himself from crying. Lynn couldn't believe how great that was. Not just the blow job, but the being completely in control. In having that kind of power. She didn't feel so small and weak anymore, and in fact felt better than she'd ever felt in her life. With a smile she listened to Pete gagging and vomiting in the bathroom, laughing that he now knew why she never liked giving him blow jobs. She decided that she may not have liked giving them, but she sure as hell liked getting them. Looking down at her sagging cock, she said "I wonder just what real sex feels like as a man" Chuckling to herself, she pulled her pants back up, and sat down, enjoying the sounds coming from the bathroom. "Maybe I'll have to find out" she mused to herself. After Pete had eventually cried himself to sleep, he didn't hear Lynn coming into the room, and slowly pulling his pants down. He woke suddenly to feel something around his crotch, something that felt good. Startled, he looked down to see that Lynn was licking him. Licking his new pussy. Pete was confused. It felt good to be licked down there, and he could feel his nipples very hard, pushing outward. They felt sort of like his cock had when he had an erection, but just on his chest instead. And his pussy felt so good and tense in a way, that he knew that he must be really wet. But he was a guy. He tried to tell himself that he shouldn't be feeling this way, but it didn't do any good. Lynn looked up at him, smiling. Then told Pete to sit up. He did what she asked without hesitation, and she started taking off his shirt and bra for him. Pete felt even more aroused when he looked down to see his naked breasts pushing out, with highly erect nipples sticking out like little cones. He moaned when Lynn started licking one of them, and rubbing the other. Pete couldn't believe how good he felt. All at once, he wanted to scream and run off in disgust at himself, while at the same time, he wanted his brains fucked out. After gentle ministration to his breasts, Lynn went back to his thighs, licking around there again. Pete felt a need within him. And Lynn played with his clit some more, making him ache with desire. He could feel his pussy almost demanding that something go in it, and he almost hated himself for the way he was enjoying it. Finally Lynn pulled her pants down again, showing her large erect cocky. She gently pushed it to the entrance of Pete's pussy, and smiled at his discomfort, seeing how much his body desired it. "Tell me that you want it" She said. "What?" Pete managed to say, caught in the desire he felt. "Tell me that you want it" Lynn repeated. Pete felt ashamed of himself, but he heard himself saying "I want it" "What did you say?" Lynn teased. "I said, fuck me" Pete cried out. Lynn smiled, and suddenly pushed into Pete. Moaning, he couldn't believe the feeling as the cock pushed his pussy lips apart and came into him. He could feel himself stretching a little to take it in. Pete moaned again as he felt it inside of him, amazed at how strange it felt, but good at the same time. Slowly, Lynn started pumping in and out, and slowly sped up. Pete could only moan out, as he felt the pleasure and the tension build up. Finally, it exploded inside him in a powerful orgasm, washing over his whole body. He felt all warm and his whole body felt good. Lynn still pumped in him a few more times before she came as well. Lying where he was, Pete just stared at the ceiling, amazed at the warm glow that seemed to fill his body. Lynn rolled off of him, and stayed on the bed, starting to go to sleep. Pete had never felt anything like that before, and was amazed at how awake he still was. All he wanted to do was enjoy the experience. He felt guilty for the way he'd enjoyed it, and somewhat ashamed, but that still didn't stop him from doing it. Slowly, he fell back asleep. When Pete woke up, he mumbled "What a horrible nightmare", then slipped out of bed. The sudden jiggling of his breasts caught his attention, and he looked down in horror, realizing that it hadn't been a dream. Somehow, it was real. He had traded places with Lynn. His moving around woke Lynn up, who sat up, yawning, then looked down at herself and smiled. She smiled even more when she saw the look of horror on Pete's, (formerly her) face. Pete didn't like that smile at all, remembering too clearly the events of the day before. He liked it even less when he noticed that his old body also had the usual morning erection, and that Lynn had just noticed it and started looking over at him. "Get over here" Lynn demanded, gesturing for Pete to lie down on the bed. He only hesitated for a moment, seeing that Lynn was very serious. "I'm not in the mood" Pete protested weakly. "Since when does that matter" Lynn taunted, then started rubbing Pete's breasts. Within minutes, he felt his body starting to respond, starting to get aroused. His nipples were erect, and he felt his pussy getting wet. Once he was properly lubricated, Lynn unceremoniously went into him, and started pounding away. Pete found himself moaning again, as the tension built. Within several minutes, Lynn blew her load, and just as unceremoniously as she started, she pulled out and went into the bathroom to take a shower, leaving a still very aroused, and extremely disappointed Pete to finish masturbating himself to orgasm so that he could have some release. "Damn bastard." he muttered to himself as he put his fingers into his slit, annoyed at the way Lynn had just used him to come, then left him unsatisfied. When Pete had finished, he had to wait patiently until Lynn was done with her shower so that he could get in the bathroom and get himself cleaned up. He felt so dirty and disgusting, especially between his legs where globs of Lynn's cum and his own juices were drying. As Lynn came out of the bathroom, a towel around her waist, Pete hurried to get past her and in there himself. Before he could slip past though, Lynn grabbed him and pulled him close, giving him a deep kiss on the mouth, and slipping a tongue into his own mouth, surprising him greatly. After a minute of this, she let him down, and slapped him on the ass. "Make sure that you shave your legs and under your arms" Lynn said, smiling. "And make sure that you take extra care cleaning your twat" Pete felt himself blushing, feeling greatly embarrassed to have her talking about him like that. As if he really were some chick. Pete took his time with the shower, sort of hoping that the water would wash away some of the shame he felt, though it didn't. Remembering what Lynn had told him to do, he located her razor on the shelf, and took care to shave his legs and under his arms, finding that it was a little different from shaving his face. He finished, only having cut himself three times on his legs. He also took great care to wash around his new genitals, feeling extremely dirty there still. After finishing with his shower, Pete stood in front of the mirror, looking at the image of Lynn staring back at him, and hating it. He ran a hand through the short black hair, amazed that it was his. He used to sometimes wish that Lynn's hair was longer, but now he was extremely thankful that it was as short as it was. He didn't think that he could have handled having all that long hair. Disgusted at the attractive image that looked back at him, he turned away, hating the feel of the bouncing breasts, and almost looking forward to getting a bra on, just so that they wouldn't shake as much. He really didn't think he could have handled larger tits. These were bad enough as it was. When Pete stepped into the bedroom, he saw that Lynn had already set some clothes out on the bed for him to wear. He looked at them a little unhappy, seeing that they were pretty much the same kind of stuff he had on yesterday. Shrugging, he put them on. Ten minutes later, after he'd gotten dressed, Pete went into the living room, and got an appraising look from Lynn, who smirked at him, obviously still enjoying her newfound position and power over him. "You need some makeup on, and you need to do your nails" Lynn said matter of factly. "I let you slide on that yesterday," she said, "but no woman of mine's going to go around without looking her best." Pete winced, thinking about the idea of wearing makeup with complete distaste. Since he didn't seem to be moving fast enough to suit her, Lynn came over, slapping him on the ass, and telling him to get a move on. "Pay attention" Lynn said, making him sit down in front of her makeup table, "I'm only going to show you this once" With that, Lynn started to put makeup on Pete, explaining briefly what each thing was for, then hurrying on to the next. It only took her several minutes to finish up, and Pete had to stare at his reflection with even more distaste. He hated the feel of all that stuff on his face. And he could taste that lipstick. "From now on" Lynn said, "you are to put your makeup on as soon as you're dressed, and you aren't going to come out unless its on right" Pete winced, knowing that there was no way he could do that. He realized, that if he couldn't change back, he'd likely be stuck here practicing makeup for half the day tomorrow. Something that didn't interest him in the least. Lynn started putting nail polish on Pete's fingernails, warning him to keep them still. When she was done, she told Pete to hold them out and blow on them until they were dry. "And make sure your nails are nice every day too" she added on, before walking out the door, leaving Pete to keep blowing on his nails, completely disgusted by the whole thing. Getting up, Pete went into the living room, careful to hold his nails out still, and keep blowing on him. He was afraid of what Lynn would do if he messed them up right after Lynn had finished them, and didn't want to find out. He still had bruises all over from the day before. In the living room, Lynn was putting on Pete's jacket, and turned around to him, with a nasty smirk on her face. He didn't like the look of that. Not in the least. "I'm going to work" she said, "and I want this place cleaned up and spotless before I get back, you lazy cunt" Pete winced, "And" She added, "I expect dinner to be ready for me when I get back" With that, Lynn walked out the door, and Pete watched from the window as she drove off. In his car. Nervously, he looked around the room, seeing that it was a little messy, and that Lynn had been careless in leaving things lying around the night before. He gulped, not sure where to start. When he'd lived with his parents, his Mom had always cleaned everything, and after he'd moved out, he'd had a string of girlfriends who did his cleaning for him. Sure, he'd had to clean a lot of stuff up the day before, so wasn't completely ignorant of what to do, he was still pretty inexperienced. Being afraid of what Lynn would do to him when she got back if he hadn't done what she told him to, Pete started making a mental list of what needed to be done. Pete struggled to move the table over so that he could vacuum under it, cursing his new body for being so weak. Before, moving it would have been child's play, but now... Now it took all of his strength just to budge it. When Pete had finished with most of the cleaning, he looked around mentally checking off the laundry, the bathroom, the kitchen, and the vacuuming, thinking that he only had a little dusting left to do. Looking at the clock, he remembered that he'd still have to cook dinner, which he knew almost nothing about. In the kitchen, he found a few things, but he still wasn't sure what he could do with them. After several minutes thinking, he decided that he'd better start with something simple. Maybe macaroni and cheese he wondered. Opening the fridge, he noticed that the milk was gone, and they were almost out of beer, having only two cans left. Thinking about how Lynn would react to that wasn't something that Pete liked, remembering that he hadn't always been particularly patient with beer shortages either. Sighing, he knew that he'd have to go to the store to pick some up, hating the idea of going out in public like this again. Especially without even having a car. Reluctantly, he went to the bedroom to put on a pair of the platform shoes again, and hesitated for a few minutes before finally getting the courage up to walk out the door. There was a corner market just several blocks down that Pete was trying to get to, knowing that it wasn't too far to walk, though it would certainly not be a fun walk. During the walk to the market, he had to ignore the wolf calls and whistles made by a couple of people that drove past him, feeling humiliated each time someone did that. Finally he got to the corner store, and found his milk and beer. "This is a woman's job" He thought to himself while shopping, then remembered that for the moment, he was a woman. Something that he hated. When he went up to the cashier, he felt a bit intimidated, seeing that the guy was so much bigger than him. And what was worse was knowing that normally, he'd be much bigger than that guy. Still, that knowledge did little to help his courage, and he feld like he was ready to run while he handed the money over. The clerk opened the cash register, and gave him his change, making Pete feel a little better, knowing that he was almost out of there. "Hey cutie" came a voice behind Pete. He turned around, seeing a fairly tall, and slightly muscled guy in a leather jacket. He felt his heard pounding, suddenly feeling even more afraid, remembering what body he was in and how easy it would be for someone to rape him. Pete tried to ignore the guy, but he smirked and said, "Wanna go on a date tonight. Or maybe just out to the back seat of my car?" Horrified, Pete walked out of the store, humiliated. He walked as quickly as he could, taking frequent looks back to see that the ass hole wasn't following him. He couldn't believe how scared he was, and almost started running, and might have if it weren't for the heavy plastic bag and the thick soled shoes. Pete breathed a deep sigh of relief when he got back to the house, and was by this time almost eager to start cooking. Anything so long as he wasn't out with that guy again. That night, Pete was pleasantly surprised when Lynn complimented him on the dinner, though he didn't know why that made him happy. Especially when it hadn't been that great in the first place, and he knew it. "Maybe", he thought, "Lynn's trying to throw me off balance some more." That must be it, he decided. Lynn of found a few things to insult him about that night, but not many, and mostly seemed to be in a good mood. Most likely due to how easily she was controlling Pete. Pete was disgusted when Lynn wanted another blow job, but as much as he hated it, he gave her one, afraid of what would happen if he didn't. When they went to bed, Lynn wanted another round of sex, and in spite of Pete's protests, Pete was soon underneath a very horny Lynn. And like that morning, Lynn finished first, and rolled over to sleep, leaving a disappointed and unsatisfied Pete to finish himself off. The next several days went by much like this one, with Pete falling into the routine of cooking and cleaning, while hating himself for it the entire time. Lynn would want sex, and Pete would have to give her sex or a blow job whenever she wanted. Slowly, Pete was losing his optimism, becoming more and more afraid that this was permanent. He looked and looked, but found no clues as to what caused their change, or what could change them back. Lynn was having far too much fun with it, Pete thought, wishing that he could get back to his own body. He hated being so small and weak. Pete got up one morning, feeling a little sick. After Lynn had left for his old job, he couldn't bring himself to do too much cleaning. Carefully, he sat down on the couch, gently touching his nipples which were both hurting for some reason. He felt all achy and sore, unable to concentrate on the cleaning because of it. Nervously, he kept looking down at himself, wondering if this had anything to do with whatever had caused them to trade places. If maybe it was getting ready to change them back. He prayed that this was so, but wasn't quite ready to believe it. After several minutes of resting, Pete felt something was wrong. He looked down, not noticing anything wrong at first, then he saw his pants. They were somewhat wet around his crotch. "What the hell?" He jumped up confused, still sore. It only took him a few seconds to tear his pants off, and gasp at what he saw. His panties were dripping blood, and his pants were soaked with it. He suddenly grew scared, afraid that somehow he was injured. That Lynn had been too rough with him the night before, and broke something inside of him. He nearly screamed out in fright, but forced himself to be silent, his mind running. Just as he was about to pick up the phone to call an ambulance, Pete stopped and had another idea of what it was. It took him several minutes before it dawned on him, but he gulped when he realized that he was having his period. That gross, disgusting thing that women do, and now he was doing it. He looked down again at his blood soaked panties, and grimaced. Pete almost ran to the bathroom, and tore the panties off, looking down at his bloody crotch. Wetting a washrag, he started to carefully clean himself up, feeling humiliated to have to go through such a horrible and gross experience. This was something that only real women should have to have. Pete thought that this was even worse than when he'd pissed all over himself. After he was cleaned up, he looked through the cupboard under the sink until he found the tampons and pads that Lynn used. Looking at them in disgust, he knew that he needed them, and didn't really have much choice at the moment. He knew that if Lynn saw him right then, she'd laugh and tease him mercilessly, so he was very thankful that she wasn't there, even though he could have used some of her experience. Carefully, Pete read the directions, and inserted the tampon, thinking that it wasn't quite as bad as he'd thought it would be, but it was still bad enough. Now he realized just what it was that had made his nipples all sensitive, and why he'd felt sick. He felt embarrassed, thinking that he should have figured it out sooner. After getting some clean clothes back on, Pete looked down at the blood soaked panties and jeans. The panties he threw into the garbage, hoping that Lynn wouldn't notice them. He made careful to put them under some other things, just to make sure. The jeans he knew were too expensive to just throw away, so he soaked them in some water, then put them into the washing machine, hoping that the blood would come out. If it didn't, he was afraid that Lynn would hit him for ruining them. He didn't want that again. Pete was extremely uncomfortable, and found himself crying for no reason, or suddenly getting angry without any direct cause. He thought he was going crazy, but had to keep reminding himself that it was just the PMS, that he was going through. He promised himself that if he ever got out of this situation, and back to his own body, he'd never joke about a woman's period or having PMS again. It was a living nightmare. However, he managed to hang on for the next several days until it went away, leaving him in a bit more control over himself. As he guessed, Lynn was amused when she found out, catching him with a tampon on that first night. He quietly took her verbal abuse, as she teased him mercilessly about being on the rag, though he ended up breaking into tears at the end of her tirade, which he attributed to his PMS. Slowly, Pete got used to his new schedule, and as much as he hated it, he knew that he had to keep doing his best. Fortunately, Lynn had mellowed out with him a little, though she was still even worse to him than he had been to her. But she seemed to be accepting that she was in control, and getting used to it, so felt she could be a little easier. Lynn watched Pete cleaning dishes, loving the way things were turning out. She was really enjoying this. Surprisingly, she found how easy it was for her to slip into the role of the man of the house after she'd been the small dainty girlfriend for so long. While she watched Pete walking around in those pants she'd made him wear, the same ones he'd insisted she wear, she kept feeling herself getting aroused. She decided to be a little nice to Pete that night, and not make him give her a blow job. Instead, she'd let Pete have a little fun in bed again, knowing that this was the best way to keep him under control, by using a carrot as well as a stick. Sadly though, Lynn was feeling a little lonely. Sure, she had Pete to wait on her hand and foot, but she wanted something more. She wasn't quite sure what, but found herself wondering what it would be like to have some kids around the house. The more she thought about it, the more the idea appealed to her. Remembering her secret stash of birth control pills, she went to the bathroom and pulled them out of their hiding place, pleased to note that they hadn't been touched. Just to make sure, she tossed them into the garbage, wondering just how long it would take. It was almost a month after they'd traded, that Pete first woke up feeling sick and nauseous. For the first couple days, he tried to ignore it, hoping that the flu would pass. While he was vomiting into the toilet, Lynn walked in on him, surprising him. He'd hidden his sickness from her for the last couple days, and he was annoyed to see her smiling at his discomfort. In the last month, he'd slowly lost his hope of getting back to normal, slowly and reluctantly being forced to accept his new role. He'd even gotten used to walking around the house barefoot all the time. He hated it, and kept looking for a way to change things, but so far nothing had shown up. So far, Lynn was still a bastard to him, but sometimes the sex almost made it worth it. Sometimes. And now, she was laughing at his being sick, which furthered his resolve. Somehow he'd have to find some way to get away from her. He didn't think that he could live as a woman alone, or that he could even survive, but he was getting determined to try. He was afraid of everything now. Afraid of everything outside the door, a feeling encouraged by Lynn who kept reminding him of how helpless he was. Somehow though, he thought, he could find a way if he had to. He knew that he had to do it soon before something else happened, that would remove that chance forever. After vomiting some more into the toilet, Pete was sure that this round was over. His flue seemed only to really hit him in the mornings, and cleared up a bit later in the day. He really hoped that it would clear up soon. This vomiting every morning certainly wasn't any fun. "Here" Lynn said, going into the bottom of the cupboard below the sink and digging around for a minute. She pulled something out, and made Pete sit down on the toilet, and piss on it. He felt stupid pissing in the stupid little stick she'd given him, but he did as she said, having gotten used to it. Lynn held it for a few minutes, then broke out into a deep smile. "Well" She said to Pete, "It looks like you finally got what you always wanted." "What's that?" Pete asked skeptically "It looks like we're going to have the baby you wanted" And Lynn chuckled a little. At the look of complete shock and horror on Pete's face, Lynn taunted "What's the matter? I thought this was how you liked your women. Barefoot and pregnant." The End